They parted with empty promises of seeing each other again before he was sent off to a boarding school the following morning. ¤¤¤¤Chanyeol’s eyes were big, brown and fucking beautiful – his eyes were easy to look into and lie to. “Of course. I love you, too.” ForewordThey sat together in Church and held hands with racing hearts, all that mattered was that they had each other to hold on to.¤¤¤¤“Eat,” Zitao ordered as he passed the bowl of warm rice over to him and Yifan looked at the empty seat beside his best friend. Baekhyun was all but a memory and Chanyeol was someone they never spoke of because Yifan always felt the need to take a shot, to get poison into his blood just to help him forget how badly he had let himself to fuck up.“Not hungry,” Yifan muttered, but his thinning frame said otherwise.¤¤¤¤Chanyeol was by his side, holding his hand tightly and keeping him grounded.Warning: typos|| bad grammar || foul language || drugs || Someone dies  note: this is a three-shot x__x I dont proofread my shit so dont examine this too closely.  (〜￣▽￣)〜